What If I Can't Die? Chapter 98

Song Shi was agitated, looking left and right, it was a cemetery, where are the manors and beauties?

"Huang Heyu?"

He yelled.

Pooh.

The paper house under the stele was on fire, and many paper figurines inside were shaking in the flames, with numbers from one to forty-nine written on them.

He had seen the paper figurines before, and they were all reduced to ashes with their strange smiles.

"I still haven't seen the overall situation. This woman has profound magic power."

Song Shi was silent. He once thought he had seen through all of this, but in fact, he was just a peep.

At this time, a soft voice came out: "My lord, don't panic. This is something made by a paper-cut man and burned for the dead. During this period of time, we have also used the yin energy of the cemetery to cover up our breath and stay here temporarily. Now the kindness has been returned." , has left here."

Song Shi was speechless: "Are you the voice left behind, or are you talking in real time?"

"It's about time, sir, is there anything you want to say to Heyu?"

Huang Heyu laughed.

"Did you sleep with me?"

Song Shi asked awkwardly.

"Young master thinks there is something."

Huang Heyu's voice seemed to be teasing.

Song Shi twitched his face: "Where do you live, I need to sleep with you."

"Hee hee, young master, do you know the taste by eating marrow? It's a pity that Huangliang Yimeng's supernatural power consumes mana, and Heyu can't be used often. Young master should work hard to cultivate by himself."

Huang Heyu's voice gradually weakened, and it could be seen that if the origami was burned out, they would not be able to speak again.

"Huangliang Yimeng really has this kind of supernatural power, which is interesting."

Song Shi stroked his chin, becoming interested.

"Yes, Huangliang has a dream, one dream can kill people, one dream can wake people up, and comprehend the truth of heaven and earth in the dream. It's a pity that Heyu's cultivation base is shallow, and the power of supernatural powers displayed is limited, but the son obtained in the dream There are many benefits, which shows that the qualifications are excellent."

Huang Heyu's voice became weaker and weaker, and said: "The power of origami is about to be exhausted, young master, there will be a period later, and I will see you by fate."

Song Shi became interested when he heard this: "Wait, who is this origami craftsman, I will go to learn someday, and cut myself a paper figurine wife."

"It was cut by the paper-cutter Cat Granny, but this thing is not clean, the young master is following the Yangguan way, so it's better not to touch it..."

Huang Heyu's voice came to an abrupt end before he finished his final words.

Song Shi looked at the paper-cuts turned into ashes, feeling a little sad: "The meaning of this is that I am taking the Yangguan Road, and you are crossing a single-plank bridge. Is there a relationship between the two parties?"

His mood fluctuated a little, not that he fell in love with the other party, but that he felt that the monster he met for the first time was very unique and wanted to make friends.

Well, he doesn't have too many friends like this.

call!

A gust of wind blew by, and the warm ashes rolled up with the breeze, as if they were somewhat nostalgic for each other.

Song Shi looked at the stele, on which the words Huang Zhongyu were engraved.

There is also a line of beautiful small characters beside it: a gentleman is like jade, harmonious but different.

Huang Heyu's human name should be based on this sentence.

Perhaps on that night when the electric fan was thundering, this sentence was among the things the scholar read at the beginning.

He saw some grass growing on the grave, which was still green under the autumn wind.

"It should have been a while since I died. In other words, the time they were infected with the plague here was much earlier than in Jinxiu City."

His face twitched.

Good guy, this is supposed to be for him to sleep by the way while visiting his grave?

"It's too embarrassing. You can't tell other people about this."

Song Shi turned and walked out of the cemetery, looking at the refugees who were sleeping soundly.

Their faces were a little relaxed. Although the autumn wind was a bit cold, it seemed that because of the relatively high protein content of the bugs, these people's faces were a little more rosy.

He also understood why Huang Heyu wanted to feed these people worms. This is a cemetery with a hammer for food.

"Although bugs are a bit disgusting, this monster treats people better than most people. For example, I don't have such kindness."

Song Shi muttered, looking at the sallow and emaciated refugee, he touched the storage bag, took out a few pieces of silver, and crushed them a few times.

He is now a monk, and the value of mundane things to him has become less and less.

He was going to give these people a small amount of money separately, so as not to cause any trouble.

When he wanted to give money, when he counted the number of people, his pupils shrank and found that the number of these people was wrong.

Although he didn't deliberately count at the beginning, the general number is still clear. It should be more than a hundred people. Why are there only about eighty people now?

"left?"

Song Shi looked at the twilight sky, his thoughts spread, and then turned into a phantom and landed at the entrance of the valley.

A skinny corpse lay in the grass, some with bones exposed, and had been dead for a while. .

After counting, it happened to be twenty-one.

He caught a glimpse of one of them missing a tooth, and it was the guy who had spoken to him.

"Damn it!"

Song Shi cursed and left, walked halfway, and threw a handful of broken silver back.

Under the influence of his thoughts, these silver coins fell into everyone's arms respectively.

After finishing these, he clicked on a tree, and disappeared in a burst of afterimages.

At this moment, his cultivation base has reached the normal perfection of Qi training, and his phantom step is terribly fast, one step is more than ten meters, and a few breaths can cover a long distance.

Moreover, he can walk on leaves and walk on top of many trees, which is more elegant than the so-called martial arts masters.

In terms of warrior skills, Song Shi can be said to be very good, and he can be regarded as a qualified fighter.

But in terms of the means of cultivating immortals~www.mtlnovel.com~ he is not a mature mage yet.

Although meeting Huang Heyu this time is beneficial, it also highlights his poor methods for cultivators.

"There is nothing to learn, let's practice sword control, if you can't win, you can slip away faster."

While rushing on the phantom step, Song Shi learned the Qingfeng Yujian technique.

The principle of Yujianshu is to communicate with the flying sword with real power, and use the power of the flying sword to kill the enemy or fly, which can be regarded as a means of using foreign objects.

He took out an ordinary flying sword that he got when touching the corpse.

This thing is only one foot long, it belongs to the lowest level magic weapon, and it cannot be enlarged, but it is still no problem to step on it and fly.

Injecting real power, the flying sword trembled, the runes on it lit up, and trembling, it levitated by itself.

"Amazing, isn't this the drone equivalent of the tech world?"

Song Shi made a formula and controlled the flying sword with his divine sense, which fluttered and danced around him.

His mental power far exceeded the Qi training period, so it was very easy to control the flying sword. It didn't take long for the flying sword to dance around him flexibly.

"It should be possible to step on it."

Pointing to his feet, Song Shi no longer touched the leaves on the opposite side, but stepped on the flying sword, stomped it down, and wobbled towards the tree.

"Hold on for me!"

Song Shi made a tactic with both hands, and wisps of real power poured out of his body into Feijian, acting as energy, and at the same time condensed with Feijian as a whole.

He tried to control the direction precisely, and finally stayed in the air.

"Walk!"

He shouted, and the flying sword was shining brightly, leading him to shoot into the sky.

"Wow, I can finally fly..."

The moment Song Shi was happy, he lost control of Feijian with a distraction, and fell directly, smashing a tree with a bang.

Chapter end